Child-memories
Was ever so sweet the clover,
Was ever so clear the brook,
As my child-days, over and over,
Found fresh in the dear home-nook?
Was ever such grace of motion,
Or ever such trills of song.
As the birds in mid-air ocean,
Poured childhood's plays among?
Were ever so bright the noondays,
Were ever the skies so blue,
Or so soft the slanting moon-rays,
As stole my childhood through?
Was ever so dear a mother,
Or a child so sweet, I pray,
As my blue-eyed baby-brother,
In the time so far away?
Was ever so true boy-lover,--
O, ever such pictures bright,
As my child-days, over and over,
Reflect by memory's light!